Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the Channel — John Shaqi
Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the ChannelHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the Channel
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
But, even the stranger lad, who had so unceremoniously intruded into the
carriage, seemed to become aware as he confronted him that the Captain's
`bark was worse than his bite'; for, dropping his snivel and looking his
questioner manfully in the face, he at once went on to tell who he was
and explain the reasons for his unexpected appearance on the scene--his
earnest accents and honest outspokenness testifying to the truth of his
statement in the opinion, not only of Bob and Nellie, but of the whilom
grumpy old Captain as well.
The lad said that his name was Dick Allsop and that he belonged to
Guildford, the last station the train had passed, and the only one at
which it had stopped since leaving Waterloo. His father had died some
years before, but his mother had lately got married again to a regular
brute of a man, who behaved very badly to her and treated Dick, he
averred, so cruelly, that he could not stand it any longer. That very
morning, Dick stated; he had beaten him so unmercifully that he had
suddenly determined to run away to sea; and this was the reason why he
wanted to get to Portsmouth.
"But, you might have entered the carriage like a Christian!" interposed
the Captain at this point of the lad's story. "The train stopped long
enough at Guildford for you to get in through the doorway, like any
ordinary passenger, surely?"
"No, sir, I couldn't," answered the other. "I couldn't a-done it."
"But why not?"
"Because, sir," snivelled the lad, "I didn't have no money, sir."
"Humph! you had no money, eh?"
"No, sir; nothing but thrippence-a'penny, which mother gave me afore I
started, when she wished me good-bye. She was sorry as how she could
give me nothing more; and so I couldn't pay the fare, and had no
ticket."
"So, my joker, you got on the train without one at all!" said the
Captain, interrupting him. "Do you know that was really cheating the
railway company?"
"I knows it, sir," replied Dick Allsop, who had better now be called by
his own proper name, looking down as if ashamed of what he had done. "I
knows it's wrong; but, sir, I couldn't help it, as there was no other
way I seed of getting to Porchmouth."
"But, why didn't you jump into the carriage like a Christian, as I said
just now?" observed the Captain. "Eh?"
Dick seemed amused by this question.
"Does yer think, sir, the porters would ha' let me if they'd seed me a-
trying it on?" said he, with a radiant grin that lit up his face, quite
changing its expression. "Not if they, knowed it!"
"Perhaps not," agreed the Captain, nonplussed by the lad's logic and
knowledge of human nature. "No, I don't think they would."
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